Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.— Alex Haley
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In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.
The way to succeed is never quit. Thats it. But really be humble about it.
Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.
Every time an old person dies, it's like a library burning down.
I wasn't going to be one of those people who died wondering what if? I would keep putting my dreams to the test - even though it meant living with uncertainty and fear of failure. This is the shadowland of hope, and anyone with a dream must learn to live there.
When you start about family, about lineage and ancestry, you are talking about every person on earth.
You have to deal with the fact that your life is your life.
Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you.
In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we came from.
Your attitude is everything. Believe in yourself and trust your material. To be a successful writer, write every single day where you feel like it or not. Never, never give up, and the world will reward you beyond your wildest dreams.
Beginning writers must appreciate the prerequisites if they hope to become writers. You pay your dues - which takes years.
The way to succeed is never quit. That's it. But really be humble about it. ... You start out lowly and humble and you carefully try to learn an accretion of little things that help you get there.
In my writing, as much as I could, I tried to find the good, and praise it.
I think most people when you say slavery tend to see a group of anonymous people pulling cotton sacks in great plantation fields, and that is largely true.
The main thing you got to remember is that everything in the world is a hustle.
Raw, naked truth exchanged between the black man and the white man is what a whole lot more of is needed in this country - to clear the air of the racial mirages, cliches, and lies that this country's very atmosphere has been filled with for four hundred years.
I think one of the most fascinating things you can do after you learn about your own people is to study something about the history and culture of other people.
My fondest hope is that 'Roots' may start black, white, brown, red, yellow people digging back for their own roots. Man, that would make me feel 90 feet tall.
I look at my books the way parents look at their children.
The fact that one becomes more successful than the others doesn't make me love the less successful one any less.
You're always being judged. No matter what you do, it's not the right thing. If you didn't become successful, then you'd be pointed at as one of those creatures down their who didn't take advantage of this or that, who didn't climb and rise and so forth.
Racism and hatred are synonymous.
Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of The Gambia, West Africa, a manchild was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte.
Unless we learn from history, we are destined to repeat it.
This is no longer merely an academic exercise, but may contain our worlds fate and our destiny.
Every death is like the burning of a library.
You don't spend twenty years of your life in the service and not have a warm, nostalgic feeling left in you. It's a small service, and there's a lot of esprit de corps.
I travel a lot. It used to be, when I would go to any country, I could guarantee that the first question would establish my name, and the fact that I've written Roots, and the third question, at least no later than the fourth question would not be a question, so much as a statement, something like, "We understand that in America white people do such and such bad things to black people."
But then, as far as I know, as far as I've studied or heard or picked up, it seems that this type of thing is a curse against mankind.
I am really quite proud of most of the people I " know who have "made it," who do things to help people.
History is written by winners.
Never completely encircle your enemy.
Leave him some escape, for he will fight even more desperately if trapped.
I certainly wasn't seeking any degree, the way a college confers a status symbol upon its students. My homemade education gave me, with every additional book that I read, a little bit more sensitivity to the deafness, dumbness and blindness that was afflicting the black race in America. Not long ago, an English writer telephoned me, asking questions. One was, "What's your alma mater?" I told him, "Books.
That's what happens with writing. Ingredients bubble and cook. Material becomes substance.
I can't feel Irish to save my soul, but it's a fact.
When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand.
Tying the little folks with the older folks is a great and powerful tool to preserve and to protect the family and the individual.
Brown people wouldn't speak to someone who was black.
I know that statistically, it has been proven that there is a tremendous amount of black on black crime within the inner cities.
If you go back to before mankind came out of the cave, there was hatred.
I tell younger writers that indeed it is devastating to be rejected.
You feel like the bottom dropped out of your world.
We all suffer. If a man's wise, he learns from it.
I don't know anywhere in the world where there is not racism against somebody.
It's an hour during the week where you can just slow down.
Is this how you repay my goodness--with badness?” cried the boy.
“Of course,” said the crocodile out of the corner of his mouth. “That is the way of the world.
It's always intrigued me that amidst the group called slaves there were individuals who were extremely able, who were extremely colorful, who were powerful personalities, who by no means fit the usual images of slaves. They were people who, through their personalities and abilities, were very respected in the community where they lived by both black and white.
I get interviewed a lot, and I found myself listening to what the interviewer is asking me, I'm analyzing what I'm being asked more than my response.
In the bush, trust no one you don't know.
Most of us prefer to be as quiet as possible about giving, because every time it's publicized that we do something, if it's something of the nature of giving, we'll be doubly besieged, and you really get sick of being always criticized no matter what you do.
You can never enslave somebody who knows who he is.
Most of the things that are asked of me as a representative black person, would suggest never are we equal Americans.